The video was interrupted.
Message from Cassie Fletcher
I was torn between continuing my doomscrolling and finding out who Cassie was.
And what she wanted from Patrick so badly.
‘The last time I searched my own name, I couldn’t write lyrics for a week.’ Patrick’s voice came from a long way away. ‘It’s like people don’t even realize we’re human.’
This was why Anna and Laura had told me not to search my own name. Hell, it had only been five days – how could half the world have formed an opinion about me in less than a week?
‘Can I have my phone back now?’
Oh. Right. ‘Sorry,’ I muttered, handing it over.
He smiled. It was brief, gone like the Tube you’d almost definitely been going to catch. ‘It’s fine, I get it. Sorry you saw that.’
Ping.Now it was my phone that was blowing up with messages.
At least I had the good manners to look at them under the table.
Laura
How’s it going?!??!?!
Too much punctuation. She’d gone back to her vape again, I knew it.
Jessy
Fine
Laura
Use protection!!
Jessy
Fuck off
Laura
You’re welcome – 70K extra downloads of Butterflies in the last 24 hours!
I blinked. My sister had promised that it would do wonders for her app … but I hadn’t thought it would be that quick.
There was another message, too.
Anna
Please tell me the dress works
I grinned.
Jessy
I’ve never felt more naked
It didn’t take long for her to reply.
